Monday

A long, long time agoI can still remember how that music used tomake me smileAnd I knew that if I had my chanceI could make those people danceAnd maybe they'd be happy for a while

Did you write the book of loveAnd do you have faith in God aboveIf the Bible tells you soNow do you believe in Rock 'n' rollAnd can music save your mortal soulAnd can you teach me how to dance real slow

Well, I know that you're in love with him'Cos I saw you dancin' in the gymYou both kicked off your shoesMan, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buckWith a pink carnation and a pick-up truckBut I knew that I was out of luckThe day the music diedI started singing

Bye, bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the bluesAnd I asked her for some happy newsBut she just smiled and turned awayI went down to the sacred storeWhere I'd heard the music years beforeBut the man there said the music wouldn't play

Well now, in the streets the children screamedThe lovers cried, and the poets dreamedBut not a word was spokenTho church bells all were brokenAnd the three men I admire the mostThe Father, Son and the Holy GhostThey caught the last train for the coastThe day the music died

We started singin'

Bye, bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die

Bye, bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die

We started singin'We started singin'We started singin'We started singin'